Second: The swelling in her gums is down, and the vet has isolated the problem to one tooth. She's still red-gummed, but most of her teeth are looking healthy.

Third: The mast tumor is gone. It resolved itself (Not uncommon in cats, apparently). We will still have to monitor Ula, check for lumps periodically, but as of now, the tumor is no longer a concern. Yay! (and thank everything I can possibly thank that that happened. Lots of stress and worry went poof just with that).

Fourth: The results from the new blood tests will be in Friday, so for that I will have to wait. We agreed to wait to talk about getting the teeth taken care of until after the results are in. Hopefully, that will have resolved itself as well.

Everything else? Absolutely healthy. Her weight didn't even fluctate but an ounce in the past month. Although the vet still terrifies her--she tried hiding by plastering herself against me and shoving her head into the space between my belly and arm. Poor baby.

They still chase each other, although the picking on is more evened out, and I suspect even they don't know if they're really fighting or just playing anymore. But tonight, at any rate, they decided to share space peacefully...for a few minutes, anyway. XD

So I head out to get some kitty litter, a few personal supplies and toothpaste for Foot (Although Ula's gonna get her teeth brushed too). Get home, get everything put away, get laundry sorted and started, and go looking for Foot.

I can't find her.

She's not under the bed, under the nightstand, or anywhere else that's a usual 'haha, you can't find me (at least not until you look in a new place!)' spots, of which there are very few left (or so I think).

By now, I am calling her name with that frantic tone Moms in a park everywhere get when Jr. disappears over the sunny hillside and out of sight. Ula is also following me around, calling out as well, because, well, obviously Mom is panicking, but she has no idea why.

Then I see the bedskirt move by the foot of the bed. Sure enough, it's Foot. Who has found out that the back part of the chest at the end of the bed is a biiiit higher than the front. Leave it to my first girl to figure these things out.

Needless to say, the teeth brushing is postponed until I've chilled a bit.

ETA: They say she'll be all right if I need to wait until the 24th (which I do. Right in between paychecks, and I have just enough to get their litter tomorrow when it goes on sale at Petco). Still. Ew. And poor baby. Maybe that's way she's having trouble putting on weight.

First--she's so used to cat carriers that she started sleeping in the one I used to take Foot to the vets in last week. So I've left it out for her. Added bonus--Foot leaves her alone when she's in it because Foot doesn't like it. (it takes her scary places, including Outside).

Second--That floor to ceiling 'tree' I got for them? Ula can climb all the way to the top of the thing like a little monkey. In fact, she likes climbng it so much, I won't be surprised to come home and find the curtain rod on the floor, since she can now get higher than it. It's also another thing Foot is not all that thrilled with. Foot likes to scratch the heck out of the bottom of it, but rarely jumps onto even the lowest shelf. And tonight, when she got on the second shelf, Ula batted her on the head, so it was a very short lived moment. Not to mention that where Ula clambers, Foot makes very concentrated jumps and then has to pull herself up the rest of the way. My little short stuff is not a climber. :)

Doctor says her eye is fine--couldn't find any damage to it at all, and was hard pressed to find a wound anyplace else. It looks like Ula just tagged the fleshy part of Foot's under eyelid and managed to hit near a main vessel. Looks clean, though. No swelling.

Doc went ahead and gave me some drops Tobramycin Ophthalmic solution, 3 times daily, and then some Clavamox drops to put in her food during breakfast and dinner, just to make sure.

The 'worst' news was that she told me to take Foot off moist food and keep her strictly to dry for now on. She's showing signs of gingivitis already (!) and the dry will help with that.

Other than that though, Foot is okay if a bit subdued. She let Ula greet her and went and hid in the bedroom after following Ula into the crate (maybe Ula was whosing her it wasn't that bad? I dunno). Right now they're seperated so that Ula doesn't get into Foot's spiked food, and Foot doesn't get into Ula's moist food.